Every single day— he learned something new about Elena Vaughn.
And every discovery only made her harder to understand.
It was like staring into a black hole.
The deeper he looked—
the less he understood what existed inside it.
Elena closed the bedroom door behind her a little harder than intended.
The sound echoed sharply through the room before silence swallowed everything again.
For several seconds—
she simply stood there motionless.
Still holding the ruined phone in her hand while droplets of water slowly slid down onto the wooden floor.
Then quietly—
she threw it onto the bed.
The device landed lifelessly against the sheets.
Just like the conversation downstairs had left her feeling.
Elena exhaled slowly before walking toward the large glass windows overlooking the city skyline. Her movements remained graceful as always, controlled as always… but the moment she reached the small minibar near the corner—
her fingers trembled slightly while pouring herself wine.
